Before you can even answer, a seagull carrying a machete dives in out of nowhere and slices clean through his neck.\n\nYou look down at your shaking, blood spattered body and everything goes completely silent. You take a deep breath and look around. At least all your friends are alive. You pull a hanky out of your back pocket and [[wipe off your face|end]].

You roll your eyes. "Asshole men," you mutter and then [[return|Start]] to your women's separatist utopia.

Women's Space

You're sitting at home with your women friends doing women things like coding and eating chocolate-covered raisins. There's a knock at the door and standing outside is a short, white, bearded trans man. He gives you a quick "hey" and tries to push past you.\n\n[[Let him in|enter]].\n\n[[Block him|block]]. Tell him that this a women's only space and that he's not allowed in.

You grab one from the fridge and pop it open.\n\nSuddenly the house is swooping with wailing banshees, signalling an [[impending violent death|death]]. Everyone runs around in chaos. The trans man grabs you by the shoulders: "Holy shit! What do we do?!"

You squeeze up against the wall to let him pass. Who's friends with this guy?, you think to yourself.\n\nHe takes a seat on the couch and asks if you have any [[beer|beer]].

Tess

He looks at your sternly with squinty eyes and pursed lips. "You know, I was a woman for 28 years. I was organizing the Dyke March before you even knew you could fuck with your fist."\n\nYou laugh and tell him to [[get the hell out|end]].